_Deceiver_

Cầu cơ....Một cơn gió lạnh tạt qua, thổi bay 3 ngọn nến duy nhất trong phòng... Đâu đó, từng giọt máu đỏ rơi tí tách, tí tách....…

Riskter

My mother had two words for her entire past: Khổ lắm. Much suffering.I spent 62 years as her son - and never knew who she was before she became my mother.This poem is for every child of immigrants who has lived inside their parents' silence - and hasn't asked yet.Ask before it's too late.…

OhmaZiO2068

Mình viết cho vui thôi nha, còn đang tập tành. Mong mọi người ủng hộ.Có nhận request nha!…